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[stingslikeabee]

@a-ofspades sent: Plots Please! Absolutely!

[ from send me “plots please” . accepting ]

I feel I must apologize in advance because almost all of the following are very likely to be angsty at some point (they are strangely tragic together in the sense that there is ALWAYS some sort of obstacle to be conquered). But then again, I guess that is kind of our thing. 8D

AU. Melissa is married to a C-level employee of a financial conglomerate under investigation for fraud, which caused major losses to their clients; the death threats they have received from desperate customers led her husband to employ Alice as a bodyguard. While it appeared to be an excessive measure at the beginning, an actual attempt on the family's car during a day out showed that Alice's expertise was indeed necessary, particularly with Melissa and their son being untrained and easy marks. It soon becomes clear to Alice that Melissa never knew of her husband's deals behind the scenes, and the investigation demonstrates that saving his own skin (and bank account) is more important than his wife and kids. Alice, the ever-present soul in their lives, becomes more than an employee - a friend, a confidante, the salvation to a very lonely, trapped individual.

AU. Alice is the knight to an ambitious king, tasked to bring home the cursed princess from a distant land for a true love's kiss that would break the spell. Melissa, the princess put to sleep decades before, is supposed to marry the one who saves her. Only Alice's journey doesn't quite go the way it was expected, and she gets trapped in the castle with a ferocious dragon outside that she cannot hope to take on alone. Days go by as Alice lives at the castle, surviving on what was left behind and making do with her own skills, talking to the unconscious princess every day and not realizing that she ended up falling for her. One day, Alice kisses Melissa without thinking about consequences - and is very much startled by the princess reacting to it, freed from the curse... But not by her intended husband.

AU. In a world where Alice became 'Annie' and made a name for herself as a bounty hunter, Melissa runs a hotel that also doubles as the local saloon. Annie is in town when some outlaws take the saloon and the guests hostage, including the owner - and it's only after trying to bravely save Melissa that she realizes she was in league with them all along. In fact, the hotel owner goes out of her way to lure travelers to her place with the promise of the best lodgings in town, only to have them captured, stripped of all riches and fleeing away without coming back for their possessions, happy to be alive. It's a clear conflict of interest: Melissa is just as guilty as those firing the guns, but she surely is prettier than them - the trip to deliver Melissa to jail is bound to offer a lot of time for both of them to consider their options.

And since I am doing bonus rounds for everyone, how about Melissa being a witch to Alice's demon self? I unfortunately never watched Charmed (but I remember it being on TV!) but I do enjoy supernatural/fantasy spins and I would love for these shenanigans to happen - either with Alice being bound to Mel's wishes or the opposite - dealer's choice!

[corruptimles]

Hug the Grandpa. Hug the Lemon. Hug the Lettuce.

Bendy hugging Henry, Sammy, then Norman respectively

[mwolf0epsilon]

Is it wrong to think Henry looks adorable in that outfit? ._.;

Henry is adorable in general so nah, but outright thirsting is a Joey move if I ever did see one.

[phantasiiae]

❝ what has gotten into you? ❞

(For Aerith!)

"Me? Nothing. Why do you care?"

Aerith does seem a little more agitated than usual, but that's the irritation that comes with starting over again. She has to reorient herself, figure out exactly where she's been plopped this time, all while lamenting the loss of the relationships she forged yet again. It's not anyone's fault except Jenova's, yet she can't help but feel hopeless anyways.

She squats down by her flowers and sighs, running her thumb over one of the petals. Once drooping a little, they perk up underneath her touch, as if waiting for her arrival. "..Sorry, I had a rough night. Not enough sleep, yanno?" A poor excuse, but the only one she can think of on such short notice. "What day is it again? I can't remember."

[phantasiiae]

[ 11. ] sender suddenly throws a punch at receiver during a confrontation.

(And a confrontational one for Genesis because why not lol!)

“Oh, what, you're going to punch me in the face? Is that what you're going to do, Alice? Well, go ahead, I don't give a--ack-!" Okay, yeah, he was definitely asking for it. Genesis stumbles back once Alice's fist makes contact directly with his nose. He sucks in a breath, feeling blood drip out of it. Yep, definitely broken. 

There's a moment of silence where it looks like he's going to maybe hit her back, but then he just starts..laughing? Laughing like it's some kind of joke, but that's the nature of who Genesis is as a person: raging one moment and relaxed and happy the next, even when getting punched so hard it breaks his nose. He grins at her, then, but it looks terrible, considering the way that he's bleeding. “Okay…maybe I underestimated you. Now I know not to. The least you can do is walk me down to the med bay, huh?”

[stingslikeabee]

@a-ofspades sent: 🎟️ yes pls :3

[ send in; 🎟️[ticket] for me to make a moodboard with 4-9 photos for our muses/ship . accepting ]

[smxkeyjxe]

"Was told you were lookin' for a horse?" Stevie hums, pulling her gloves on before resting her hands on her hips as she looks over at the blonde woman.

She and her group had come to Central City with a few horses in hopes of trade before heading back to the Wyoming territory with some more supplies for the ranch.

She softly hums, soft green eyes leaving the woman before looking over at the horses they had with them. "Got plenty of good workin' horses. Majority of them are Quarter Horses and paints, might have a Tennessee Walker in the mix but," she whistles a little, "All good animals, reliable," she nods before looking back at Annie.

"What're you lookin' for specifically?"

@a-ofspades liked this for a starter!

[magrods]

@a-ofspades – "just admit that you don't know what you're doing." / FROM HERE. (accepting!)

any other day, reno might have been happy to see alice. her presence might have been a welcome change from the usual faces - as much as he liked his fellow turks, they'd pretty much exhausted all possible topics of conversation, and elena seemed like she was one bad joke away from punching reno at this point. while alice wasn't exactly willing to deal with reno's bullshit either, on any other day, it might have made things more interesting.

not that day. that day, the sound of her voice made his blood itch, made his heart leap up into his throat. it wasn't an alice problem. any of shinra's top players would have had the same effect on him. she was just the unlucky winner who'd had the pleasure of stumbling across reno, alone, where he thought nobody would find him. he'd been pacing aimlessly in an empty conference room for fuck knows how long; wound tight, tighter than ever before - a horrible ball of nerves and nausea and static forming in the pit of his chest.

even so, reno snapped to attention when he noticed her standing there, watching him with an expression he didn't know how to read. the picture of a man on a mission (or at least someone trying to be), reno started grabbing his stuff, shoving it haphazardly into his pockets. (mag-rod, check. keys to the chopper, check. rude's spare shades, check. passcode to bring down the fucking plate, shiva's tits- this cannot be fucking happening--) maybe she wouldn't notice that his hands were shaking.

there was an edge in her voice that made his throat catch; an edge that absolutely did not belong in the voice of a shinra executive. doubt, maybe. a quiet sort of hope. something seemed to have inspired rebellion in the usually grounded soldier. reno hoped it wasn't catching.

"of course i know what i'm doing, director." his voice came out quieter than usual. meek, the voice in his head told him, defeated. reno promptly told that voice to shut the hell up. "i'm a professional."

i'm a professional. i don't have personal conflicts. they aren't worth the bullet in the head i'd get for it, went unsaid.

"i'm doing what i was told to do." reno trained his gaze on the woman, trying to make his point clear. you better find somebody else, i can't be your ally on this one. all the while, the guilt hammered away in his chest. reno wondered whether his heart might explode from the stress of it all - let him take the easy way out.